Half a quarter of an hour later.

The almost endless tide of beasts slowly became thinner, almost half of them were missing, countless flesh and blood, broken bones, and scales were piled up, and at least a thousand low-level fierce beasts fell under Yi Zixuan's sword.

At this moment, outside the station of Youchao Village, it was like a huge battlefield.

Including the teenagers, girls, young and middle-aged men who were still cheering just now, inspired by Yi Zixuan's seemingly tireless killing, they all entered the battle again, and they began to attack the fierce beast group that was blocked by Yi Zixuan at all costs.

There is no need to worry about dodging and defense at all, you only need to throw your Yuan Power into the beast herd, and at the same time, hundreds of black iron arrows appear in the sky, wave after wave, as if they were shooting into the densest place in the beast herd without money.

Finally, these fierce beasts, who seemed to know what they were afraid of, were finally afraid, not afraid of bloodshed, not afraid of pain, but afraid of the creature in front of them, which had an ant-like body but a will like steel.

They don't know when the person in front of them will fall, so they are scared.

Especially now, the casualties of low-level fierce beasts are far more than half, and the more than one hundred and fifty middle-level fierce beasts have been eliminated by seven, and only the high-level fierce beasts have suffered a little less loss, only five or six have died.

But there were only more than twenty high-level fierce beasts in the first place, and now some of them were blocked by the seven deputy captains of the hunting team, and now there were only about ten high-level fierce beasts that could command the herd.

Recovering from their initial frenzy, they roared in unison when they realized that this path was impossible, ordering the low-level and middle-level beasts to turn around and prepare to evacuate first.

Yi Zixuan's pressure decreased greatly, and the beating of the silver aura in the meridian void began to slow down.

This is manifested in Yi Zixuan's body, and you will find that his movements have begun to slow down, and the sword moves that were so fast before that they are difficult to catch with the naked eye can now be seen much more clearly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, although the battle situation was still unclear, it was no longer so critical.

It's just that no one knows that Yi Zixuan at this moment feels a little awkward.

Yi Zixuan's mind was all focused on the sword, but the changes in his body were still affecting his mind, and with the continuous consumption of the Yuan Force in his body, the discomfort of muscles, bones, and fascia was constantly reducing.

Especially the silver aura and the crazy beating of the heart consumed a large amount of yuan power and qi and blood in his body, and at this time, the yuan power in his body had bottomed out, and the boiling qi and blood gradually subsided.

Even if most of the time, his sword moves are not complicated, and the amount of yuan power consumed is very small, but there are too many fierce beasts that can't stand him and kill, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

However, contrary to the failure of the Yuan Force in the body, Yi Zixuan's spirit and spirit are constantly improving.

In order to be able to control his body, Yi Zixuan forced his mind to focus all on the sword, and it was unprecedented concentration, if it wasn't for a desperate situation, Yi Zixuan would never have thought of this way, and he would never have been able to do it to this extent.

This kind of concentration and selflessness made Yi Zixuan enter a very special state.

In the sword canon that truly has a long heritage, there is a special ranking, which is subtle.

Every slight change in the sword was clearly captured by him. With the same most ordinary direct stab, the details that Yi Zixuan saw now were ten times or even a hundred times as many as before.

The tremor of the blade, the flow of the elemental force, the flow of air, and the momentary changes when piercing the muscles and bones······

Many details that had been overlooked before, or could not be noticed, were vividly presented to him, and he did not need any other movements at all, just to follow the rhythm and follow his instincts.

The endless torrent of fierce beasts forced Yi Zixuan to keep fighting, especially this kind of high-intensity and continuous battle, which continuously amplified Yi Zixuan's feelings, and in such a short period of time, what he comprehended was far beyond what ordinary people had gained from ten years of hard work.

If the details contained in a sword move are just an insignificant stream, then the continuous sword moves, the fourteen sword moves over and over again, the details contained in it are enough to converge into a majestic sea.

Endless details kept flowing through Yi Zixuan's mind, and he was gradually digesting and absorbing it, constantly revising his swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship is quietly changing.

This change was extremely subtle, and no one present noticed it, even Yi Zixuan himself only noticed the surface, but did not go deeper.

The first turning point of Yi Zixuan's swordsmanship came so suddenly.

As he digested these extremely subtle details, Yi Zixuan's swordsmanship was changing, his power was quietly increasing, and his momentum was also rising, gradually approaching a critical point.

In the eyes of others, the killing aura on Yi Zixuan's body became stronger and stronger, and he seemed more ruthless.

But just when Yi Zixuan faintly felt that he was about to break through, the fierce beast in front of him became thinner, and his combat intensity was gradually decreasing, which also caused his momentum to fall back after reaching the top.

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, any breakthrough, always need a blow.

The drop in momentum will also be reflected on the sword, and Yi Zixuan also noticed this change for the first time, so he felt a little awkward.

It was like a storm that was about to brew, and suddenly the weather changed, and the originally cloudy sky began to clear, the wind and sun were beautiful, and the storm that was ready to go slowly began to disperse.

Yi Zixuan was already at the end of his crossbow at this time, and the yuan power in his body was constantly being consumed, and now he couldn't urge the Cangyue Xinghai Jue at all, and he couldn't attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth into his body to make up for the consumption of yuan power.

And before the Yuan Force is exhausted, his upward momentum has begun to fall, and as the Yuan Force continues to be consumed, his situation will become even worse.

Thankfully, he wasn't shaken by the momentum of the retreat and got out of his current state, he still maintained his focus, his focus on the sword, and he was still immersed in the massive details, like a dry sponge trying to absorb water.

This unprecedented experience made Yi Zixuan, who was already extremely focused, even more fascinated by it.

He's been rewarded.

What he didn't know was that this subtle realm, which was equivalent to enlightenment, was very unstable, but Yi Zixuan knew very well that he had to stay more focused in order to face the massive details and persist longer.

Once Yi Zixuan's attention was slightly distracted, he would be freed from this special state.

However, now that a large number of fierce beasts began to retreat in fear, Yi Zixuan's sword speed became slower and slower, the rhythm was almost interrupted, and the attention of the whole person became more and more difficult to concentrate.

"They attack, I defend, and now that they retreat, can't I attack?"

With this thought, Yi Zixuan could hardly suppress this bold idea, because maybe if he moved, he would destroy the current state faster.

It's just that it's no longer possible to stick to it like this, so why not give it a try?

So······

At this moment, the teenager, who had been holding on for almost a quarter of an hour, finally took his first step.

Sure enough, the worst situation still appeared, as soon as Yi Zixuan moved, his attention was subconsciously scattered on the surrounding situation, his concentration on the sword decreased significantly, and the overall rhythm became very twisted, wanting to make him vomit blood.

The situation is precarious!

Yi Zixuan's complexion remained unchanged, he maintained the most basic calmness, his eyes were as dark as night, when the first step fell, his figure suddenly accelerated, and he quickly approached a fierce beast, and in an instant, he raised his sword and stabbed directly!

Burst!

The fierce beast was pierced through the heart by a sword, and the moment the sword was drawn, that feeling came to my heart again.

Yi Zixuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed the sword, his figure was erratic, every step he took, the stainless steel sword in his hand would come out with a sword, and as soon as the sword came out, a fierce beast would be killed, even if it was a mid-polar fierce beast.

He mastered that familiar sense of rhythm again, and the momentum that had fallen back rose again, climbing to the top at an unimaginable speed, and without stopping for half a minute, he continued to impact an invisible bottleneck.

"Quick, quick, need to be faster!"

Shout!

Suddenly, a powerful beast shaped like a dog, but as tall as a zhang, with black scales on its body, slammed into Yi Zixuan's right side!

High-level fierce beast, iron-scaled beast!

Although most of Yi Zixuan's attention was focused on the sword, he did not relax his vigilance around him, and at this time, the long sword had no time to change his moves, so he simply slapped it to the right with all his might!

Seeing Yi Zixuan's beat, like a giant hammer crashing down, he was about to scatter the demonic power condensed on the surface of the iron-scaled beast, but the sword in his hand seemed to come to life at this time, and it suddenly folded strangely, as if it was skimming the surface of the water, and the demonic power that clinged to the surface swept by.

The blood red in the iron-scaled beast's eyes had not yet dissipated, and a touch of human doubt suddenly appeared, no matter how cunning and treacherous it was, it had never expected such a situation.

At the same time, countless details appeared in Yi Zixuan's heart, and the blade of the stainless steel sword let out an imperceptible light tremble.

It's exciting!

The third weight of sword rhyme, light and heavy!